the letter I can't read

I love getting letters and I even like writing letters. I like the delay of putting a letter in the mail box and then two months latter getting a reply maybe. Every thing else seems so instant with the i phone and email and a telephone call... It feels healthy to be made to wait a long time for a reply. I also enjoy the physicality of opening a letter and the potential for little things to fall out on the table, like a dried flower or a Polaroid or maybe a little drawing. Some times a letter may even carry a scent from a smudge of oil. With this post I have decided to begin to send letters again. The winter season is good for letter writing and savory soups.